Jan 2016
i am caught in the tidal wave. stuck in the motion; falling back and moving forward, falling back and moving forward. there’s something calming in the consistent control of the moon, but i know the truth: an ocean wave is powerful, and i will be crushed, broken and bruised, in it’s cycle.
i want out. i want to break the curse; i want to be a pond or a river and not be controlled. i want to break free.
